A Hair’s Breadth, Part 3

VI. The man, looking disheveled in a rumpled blue shirt, grimaces as he tries to sit up in a dimly-lit room. The place stinks of stale cigarette…


Exit Evaluator

Marco. Let’s start with a name. Since there were few Drapers, he/she/it can stand for the others. They are all in a pile now in Kansas. Marco was…


Intrigue on Fenchurch Street

From: John Grice (Editor) To: Alana Figueres Mon 17:28 RE: Fenchurch street article Alana, what the hell is this? Is this a joke? There is no “park”…


30 Birds: “Daffy” by Herman Barker

Chapter 1: Loon I was a sitting duck in a carpool, but I didn’t know it yet. My mind was elsewhere, on the meeting I had attended that past Tuesday.…


The Keeper of Secrets

The Keeper of Secrets sits in his office and reads something. It is a story by one of his students from the winter term creative writing course. A…


La Cazadora

Richard Garcia watches block after block of crumbling brick row homes. Industrial buildings pass the rented Chevy Suburban. It is silent except for…


The Return Trip

West Park was as depressing as I remembered. The weathered park benches were still a sickly kind of brown. The spent remains of cigarettes and…


Snakes with Legs, Babies with Tails

Years of watching shitty movies and ignoring the nightly news had convinced Tom that all criminals were clean cut. Handsome. Suave. The man pointing…


Progress, Part 1

I. It is the Current Year. You live in a three-bedroom apartment with five other thirty-year-old programmers, provided to you by your generous…


True Love, Part 4

IX. Kamishiro was in the kitchen. He could smell eggs and bacon. Would she untie him to eat? Or would she try and feed him? He felt violently sick,…